suffering from a complete loss of memory. I can't even think who I am. I
remember meeting you somewhere, and I remember you asking me to come and
lunch with you here, and that I accepted your kind invitation. Beyond
that my mind is a positive blank."

The scared look was transferred with intensified poignancy to the faces
of her companions.

"_You_ asked _us_ to lunch," they exclaimed hurriedly. That seemed a
more immediately important point to clear up than the question of
identity.

"Oh, no," said the vanishing hostess, "_that_ I do remember about. You
insisted on my coming here because the feeding was so good, and I must
say it comes up to all you said about it. A very nice lunch it's been.
What I'm worrying about is who on earth am I? I haven't the faintest
notion?"

"You are Lady Drakmanton," exclaimed the three sisters in chorus.

"Now, don't make fun of me," she replied, crossly, "I happen to know her
quite well by sight, and she isn't a bit like me. And it's an odd thing
you should have mentioned her, for it so happens she's just come into the
room. That lady in black, with the yellow plume in her hat, there over
by the door."

The Smithly-Dubbs looked in the indicated direction, and the uneasiness
in their eyes deepened into horror. In outward appearance the lady who
had just entered the room certainly came rather nearer to their
recollection of their Member's wife than the individual who was sitting